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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.