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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.