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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Pagans,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.