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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.