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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.