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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.