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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.