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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.