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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Visage,
Zapp,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.