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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.