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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.