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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.