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 France and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Nico,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Monks,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.