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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Can,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.