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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.