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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.