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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Shoche,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.