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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.