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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.