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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.