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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
EPMD,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.