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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.