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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.