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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.