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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
This Heat,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.