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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
UT,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.