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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.