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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.