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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.