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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.