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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.