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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.