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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 K-Klass 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.