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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Darondo,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Technova,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.