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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.