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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.