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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.