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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Swans,
The Motions,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.