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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.