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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.