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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Index,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.