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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.