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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.