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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.