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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.