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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.