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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.