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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.