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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.