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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Scion,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.