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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.