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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.