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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.