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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.