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 London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.