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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.