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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
UT,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.