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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
The Index,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.