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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.