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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.