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 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.