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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 an organ and a marimba 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?
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.