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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.