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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Smog,
the Normal,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.