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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
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.