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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.