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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.