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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.