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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.