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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
UT,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Index,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.