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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.