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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
X-102,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.