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 China and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
MDC,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.