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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Names,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
The Move,
Lyres,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.