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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Cameo,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.