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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.