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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Boredoms,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.