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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.