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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.