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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.