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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Index,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.