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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.