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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.