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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.