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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.