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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.