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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.