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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Magazine,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.