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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.