Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Crime,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.