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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.