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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.