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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Names,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.