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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.