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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.