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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
The Index,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.