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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.