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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 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?
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.