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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 a harpsichord and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.