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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.