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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smog to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Can,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.