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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.