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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.