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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.