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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.