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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.