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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.