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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.