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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.