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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.