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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Oneida,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.