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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.