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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.