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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dirtbombs 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.