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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.