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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.