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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
CMW,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.