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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Wire,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.