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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.