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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.