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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.