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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.