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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.