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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.