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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.