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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantytec 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Television,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.