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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.