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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Evens,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.