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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.