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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Names,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Visage,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.