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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet 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?
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.