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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Magma,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.