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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.