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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.