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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.