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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Monks,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.