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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.