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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.