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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.