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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.