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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.