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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Brick,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.