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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brick 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.