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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.