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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Q65,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.