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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Trash.
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 Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.