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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.