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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.