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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.