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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.