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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.