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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.