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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.