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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.