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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Nas,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.