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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.