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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.