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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Busters,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Crime,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.