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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Organ,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.