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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.