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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.