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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.