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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.