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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.