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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.