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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Unwound,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.