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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.