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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.