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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.