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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.