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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.