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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Visage,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.