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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.