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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Scientists,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.