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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.