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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.