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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Pylon,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.