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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.