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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.