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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.