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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.