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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.