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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Television,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.