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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.