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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.