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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.