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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Wings,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.