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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.