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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Names,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.