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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
X-102,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.