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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
The Index,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.