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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.