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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 guitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.