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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Technova,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.