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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The Names,
a-ha,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.