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 London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.