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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Slave,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.