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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.