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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Index,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.