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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.