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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.