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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.