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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.