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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.