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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
New Order,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.