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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.