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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Pole,
Make Up,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.