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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.