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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.