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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.