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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.