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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.