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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.