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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.