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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.