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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.