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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.