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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.