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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
10cc,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.