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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.