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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.