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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.