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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.