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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.