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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.