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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Wake,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.