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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Move,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.