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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Index,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.