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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.