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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.