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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.