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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.