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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
UT,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.