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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Move,
Skaos,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.