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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.