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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.