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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.