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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.