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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.