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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Rekid,
Franke,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.