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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.