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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.