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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
the Germs,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.