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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.