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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.