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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 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?
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.