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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.