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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.