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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
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,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.