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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Darondo,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.