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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 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?
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.