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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.