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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Index,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.