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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe 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 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?
Hoover,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.