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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
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.