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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.