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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.