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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.