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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.