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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.