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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.