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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.