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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.