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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.