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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
X-101,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.