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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.