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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.