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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.