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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.