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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.