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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Index,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
MC5,
New Order,
Slave,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.