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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ten City,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.