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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.