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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.