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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.