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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
10cc,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.