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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.