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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.