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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.