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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.