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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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?
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Slave,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.