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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.