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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Index,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Swans,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.