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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.