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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.