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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.