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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.