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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.