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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.