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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.