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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.