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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.