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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Fat Boys 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.