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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.