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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Khruangbin 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.