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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.