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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.