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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
UT,
Pole,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.