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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.