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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.