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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.