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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.