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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Brick,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Jandek,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.