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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.