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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.