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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.