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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.