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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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?
Erasure,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.