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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 the Association to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.