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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.