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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Index,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.