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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.