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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.