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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.