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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.