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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.