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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.