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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Japan,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.