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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.