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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.