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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.