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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.