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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Crime,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.