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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.