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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.