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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.