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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.