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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer 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?
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Slave,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.