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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.