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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Görl. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.