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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.