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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.