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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.