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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.