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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.