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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.