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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.