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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gong 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 grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Wings,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.