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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.