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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Index,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.