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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.