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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.