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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.