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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Lyres,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.