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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.