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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.