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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.