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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Cluster,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.