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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.