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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Can,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.