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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.