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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.