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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.