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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.