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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Monks,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Moebius,
X-102,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.