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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.