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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.