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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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?
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.