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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.