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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.