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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.