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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
CMW,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.