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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.