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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Cymande,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.