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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 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 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.