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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.