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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anakelly 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Television,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.