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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.