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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.