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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Josef K to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.