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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Cure,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.