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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.