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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.