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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
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,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.