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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.