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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.