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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
MDC,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.