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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.