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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.