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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.