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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.