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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Neu!,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.