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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.