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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.