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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.