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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Index,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.