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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.