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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.