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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 PIL to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.