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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.