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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.