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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.