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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Scion,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.