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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.