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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.