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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.