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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.