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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Flipper,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.