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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.