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 Oman and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.