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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.