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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Make Up,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.