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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Sound,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.