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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.