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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.