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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.