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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.