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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.