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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.