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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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?
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Magma,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.