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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.