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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.