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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.