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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.