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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Q65,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.