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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.