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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.