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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Can,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.