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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.