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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Nas,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.