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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.