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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.