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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.