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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.