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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.