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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.