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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Intrusion 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.