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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Crime,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.