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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.