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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.