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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.