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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.