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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.