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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Technova,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.