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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.