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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.