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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.