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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Index,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.