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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.