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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.