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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.