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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.