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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.