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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.