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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.