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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.