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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Monks,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.