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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Inner City,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.