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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Faust,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.