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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.