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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.