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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.