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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cramps to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.