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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Urselle to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Nas,
Television,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.