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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.