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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.