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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Move,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Radiohead,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
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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.