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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.