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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.