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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Associates,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
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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.