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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.