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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.