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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.