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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.