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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.