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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.