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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.