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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Martian,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.