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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.