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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.