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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Interpol,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.