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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
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.