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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.