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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.