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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.