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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.