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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.