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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.