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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.