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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.