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 Serbia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.