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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.