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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.