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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.