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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.