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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Slave,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.