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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.