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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.