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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.