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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.