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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.