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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.