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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.