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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.