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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.