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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.