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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.