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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.