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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.