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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.