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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Japan,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
MC5,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.