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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.