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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Technova,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.