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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.