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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.