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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.