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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.