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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
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,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Ludus,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.