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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.