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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.