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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.