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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.